A Vengeance Poem by Sushruta Mishra

Beautiful buds, born together,
On a branch, inches apart, forever met
They grow old, years gather
Now, pale and shallow, autumn await.

Forceful, a wind that blew,
Flown away all, but few
That remained, entwined
In sorrows and pained.

Revenge-emanated a cry,
To avenge their brothers' slay
Forceful-the wind, the culprit
The flown, else none feels pity.

Few old leaves, that remained,
Pondered, days and nights unend
Spent hours in penance
To accomplish a vengeance.

"We embrace, seed that grows,
Into trees, with heavy brows
Christened away in, places unknown
When time comes, to be blown."

Years will pass, years unend,
Forever bleed, will hearts that pained
Vengeance, one day-will be famed
Forceful the wind-will be tamed.